1. Husbands Humiliation


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    found myself in Mistress' bedroom one day looking at all the male clothing in Master Howard's closet. My memories of the party kept my enthusiasm low. Still I pulled out a suit and held it up to me (Mistress destroyed all the clothes I'd worn to the party, except the shoes which Mistress kept locked up as a potential punishment for future misbehaviour! How's that for a twist!). Master Howard was so much larger than I that I knew right away his clothes would never fit. Still I pulled the pants up over my maid's costume. Even with the short skirt and petticoats the pants were way too large for me - except in the hips. My rear end was obviously bigger than Master Howard's, but the rest of me was smaller. Even in the four inch heels, the pants hung down to the ground. The jacket was likewise way too large for me - except in the chest where it was snug. From this excursion, I realized that Master Howard's clothes would do me no good. I could have tried Master Todd's clothes - he was smaller than Master Howard, but he kept his room locked so I couldn't gain access. That's actually something I should mention. I eventually found out why he kept his room locked! Master Todd returned for the wedding ceremony only he hadn't returned alone. His new girlfriend, Barbara, didn't like me much from the get go and she let me know. Within a day or so, it became obvious that she really hated me. I guess she saw me as unfair competition for her boyfriend. It's not my fault she dressed like a man ...
    and had small breasts! My suspicions were confirmed a few nights later as I sat at my vanity table removing my make up. Barbara came storming into my room holding up a pair of pink panties. The panties looked like ones I'd lost many months before. I rose from my chair. We were about the same height, but in my high heeled mules I stood a few inches taller. &#034These belong to you.&#034 She tossed the panties in my face. &#034I found them in Todd's closet. Take them back bitch and don't you ever touch my Todd again! You little slut!&#034 She slapped me across the face. I fell backwards a few steps, cringing in fear, expecting more. It didn't come. She stood there, frozen, with hatred written in her eyes - beneath her mannish eyebrows. &#034I hate you tramp!&#034 she grunted through her tears as she stormed off. I fell to the floor and cried in relief for a few minutes. I guess that explained the locked closet and my missing panties? Ironically, Mistress already spanked me once for losing those panties - she thought I'd ruined them and tossed them out to hide my carelessness. I wonder if she would have felt guilty knowing she'd spanked the wrong party? Probably not. Fortunately, Miss Barbara picked a night to confront me when no one else was home. I didn't want to try explaining this one to a gawking crowd. I know I dropped the word &#034wedding&#034 rather suddenly, but that's how it came to me - suddenly. One day as I polished the floor, Mistress walked in hand in hand with ...
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